Chapter 34: The Ambush

At last, Megan Scurr understood why she always wanted to snap at this guy-she just couldn't stand his swagger. "Hey, Miller Cutmore, what's that supposed to mean? Do you have any idea what those shares are worth?" "At current market performance, the quarterly dividends alone are over a hundred thousand dollars." "That's every quarter, not per year!" "And you think it's just up for grabs-what are you, a printing press?" "You just got out and don't even have a real job. You can't expect Blake...